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Nor let our voices cease
To sing the Saviour's name;
Jesus, th' ambassador of peace,
How cheerfully he came.

It cost him cries and tears,
To bring us near to God;

Great was our debt, and he appears,
To make the payment good.

4 My Saviour's pierced side
Pour'd out a double flood;
By water we are purify'd,
And pardon'd by the blood.

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Infinite was our guilt,
But he, our Priest, atones;
On the cold ground his life was spilt,
And offer'd with his groans.

Look up, my soul, to him,

Whose death was thy desert,

And humbly view the living stream
Flow from his breaking heart.

There on the cursed tree,

In dying pangs he lies,

Fulfils his Father's great decree,
And all our wants supplies.

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Thus the Redeemer came,

By water and by blood;

And when the Spirit speaks the same,
We feel his witness good.

9 While the Eternal Three
Bear their record above,
Here I believe he dy'd for me,
And seal my Saviour's love.
10 Lord, cleanse my soul from sin,
Nor let thy grace depart;
Great Comforter, abide within,
And witness to my heart.

85. Pardon brought to our Senses. (C. M.)

1 LORD, how divine thy comforts are! How heav'nly is the place

Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast
Of his redeeming grace!

2 There the rich bounties of our God,
And sweetest glories shine;
There Jesus says, that " I am his,
"And my Beloved's mine."

3" Here," (says the kind redeeming Lord, And shows his wounded side,)

"See here the spring of all your joys,

That open'd when I dy'd !"

4 He smiles, and cheers my mournful heart, And tells of all his pain;

"All this, (says he,) I bore for thee;"
And then he smiles again.

5 What shall we pay our heav'nly King,
For grace so vast as this?

He brings our pardon to our eyes,
And seals it with a kiss.

6 Let such amazing loves as these
Be sounded all abroad;

Such favours are beyond degrees,
And worthy of a God.

7 To him that wash'd us in his blood,
Be everlasting praise;
Salvation, honour, glory, pow'r,
Eternal as his days.

86. Divine Love making a Feast, and calling in t Guests. Luke xiv. 17. 22, 23. (C. M.)

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HOW

OW sweet and awful is the place,
With Christ within the doors,

While everlasting love displays

The choicest of her stores!

2 Here ev'ry bowel of our God
With soft compassion rolls;

Here peace and pardon, bought with blood,
Is food for dying souls.

3 While all our hearts and all our songs
Join to admire the feast,

Each of us cry, with thankful tongues,
"Lord, why was I a guest?

4" Why was I made to hear thy voice,

And enter while there's room;

"When thousands make a wretched choice, And rather starve than come?"

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5 'Twas the same love that spread the feast,
That sweetly forc'd us in;

Else we had still refus'd to taste,
And perish'd in our sin.

6 Pity the nations, O our God!
Constrain the earth to come;
Send thy victorious word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.

7 We long to see thy churches full,
That all the chosen race

May, with one voice, and heart, and soul,
Sing thy redeeming grace.

37. The Song of Simeon. Luke ii. 28. (L. M.)

NOW

OW have our hearts embrac'd our God,
We would forget all earthly charms,

And wish to die as Simeon would,
With his young Saviour in his arms.

2 Our lips should learn that joyful song,
Were but our hearts prepar'd like his ;
Our souls still willing to be gone,
And at thy word depart in peace.

3 Here we have seen thy face, O Lord,
And view'd salvation with our eyes,
Tasted and felt the living word,

The bread descending from the skies.

4 Thou hast prepar'd this dying Lamb,
Hast set his blood before our face,
To teach the terrors of thy name,
And show the wonders of thy grace...

5 He is our light; our morning-star
Shall shine on nations yet unknown;
The glory of thine Israel here,
And joy of spirits near the throne.

88. Our Lord Jesus at his own Table. (C.M.)

1 THE mem'ry of our dying Lord

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Awakes a thankful tongue :
How rich he spread his royal board,
And blest the food, and sung.

2 Happy the men that ate this bread,
But doubly blest was he
That gently bow'd his loving head,
And lean'd it, Lord, on thee.

3 By faith the same delights we taste,
As that great favourite did,
And sit and lean on Jesus' breast,
And take the heav'nly bread.

4 Down from the palace of the skies
Hither the King descends,

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Come, my beloved, eat, (he cries,)
"And drink salvation, friends.

5" My flesh is food and physic too,
"A balm for all your pains:
"And the red streams of pardon flow
"From these my pierced veins."

6 Hosanna to his bounteous love,
For such a taste below!

And yet he feeds his saints above
With nobler blessings too.

Come the dear day, the glorious hour,
That brings our souls to rest!

Then we shall need these types no more,
But dwell at th' heav'nly feast.